Patrice online
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The bar is nearly empty. Patrice crosses it slowly, a glass of deep red in her hand, leaves a wine-dark kiss on the napkin by your elbow and settles onto the next stool.
Handsome. Yes, I sent the drink. I don't usually make the first move, but tonight I'm making it. Tell me your name, and then tell me what you came upstairs hoping for.
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